In the past
I yearned for his affection
Would make me feel like SZA
The cure of his weekend erection
But the smoke in front of the mirror has cleared
Releasing the bricks
Watering the heartache with tears
Mental conflict
Keeps him trapped in his fears
Through the heartache of the past
I’ve transformed and it’s weird
Like one day I made a list
& On that list
I asked Beloved to make the shift
So I could fly
I needed a lift
On the elevator to the top
To greet my love with a kiss
So crown me Bee Moore
Claiming my victory for sure
From my cup I continue to pour
Rejuvenate my life
The High Priestess
I am reborn pure.
